Good god, is it November? The leaves burn auburn red The Asheville skies and timber Are holding onto it
But I cannot remember That fleeting hopeful song That rose of our September My word, what have we done?
I'd love nothing more than to cover my face Forget who I am and get out of this place Pretend to be somebody other than me And go on living that way
Till all the dreams that I had in mind Come back to me by next year this time Tell me whatever that came of what I left behind
Could hope have sprung eternal on darkened, dreary roads? The heart that beats nocturnal knows not where it goes We listened for the signal to raise the dirt again Our livelihood is equal to the air that breathes us in
I'd welcome you home just to turn you away Shuffle the cards by the light of the day Pretend that the worst of it got left behind And go on living that way
Till all the dreams we left in our wake Come back to me as the joy we forsake Tell me whatever is burning the fires we madeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
